On a Tuesday morning in the month of March 2013, I met a young man named William at Kimbilio Hospice. As a believer and supporter of the sacred work of Living Room, I enjoy visiting to see how the vision is continuing to be carried out…

Five year-old Mercy Chepchumba came to Kimbilio Hospice in May of 2011 because she was malnourished, sickly, and in need of a place of refuge. Cerebral palsy had left her disabled and completely dependent upon others for even the most basic of needs…

HIV-positive and suffering from meningitis that had caused blindness in his eyes, twenty-six year-old Sulemain was referred to Living Room from a government hospital in nearby town, Eldoret, where he had spent several months…

Stephen, who we lovingly referred to as “Agui,” meaning grandfather in Kiswahili, arrived to Kimbilio—dirty and forgotten. He had prostate cancer which had spread throughout his body and practically no family…

Like so many of the women who come to spend their final days at the Living Room, Rael arrived to Kimbilio Hospice with a restrictive airway disease which results from having cooked in a confined space over firewood her whole life…